Why?

"There's no innocence like hers, just emptiness and nerves."

Why do I write in this blog?
It's idiotic to expose myself like this. It's pathetic to show this version of myself, to define myself like this person, to everyone who wishes to see me. It's about the same level of exposure as turning my bathroom into a museum. Why do I not only agree to this, but seem to encourage it?

My initial reaction to people telling me to shut it down is refusal and trying to explain why it's important to me.
Of course it gets me into trouble sometimes. It is incredibly stupid of me to write in it.
In it I define myself and let the rest of the world scan through the words of the person I'm portraying at that very moment.
It's not me. It's versions of me.

Lately, I've even started questioning why I actually keep it myself.

The most probable reason is that I'm fully aware of that I expose myself, it's not like I post things here and hope no one will read them. I admit to using it for manipulating purposes at times, though it's mainly my way of venting, expressing myself; frankly, the internet is the only thing that will actually take my shit without me feeling bad about whining to someone and wasting their time.

"Which is nothing but hollow feelings, I can, done, I just don't care."